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Harley is seven, and he and Elspeth are hanging out in the Québec capital (because the rest of the Golden Coven is doing so), and as is usual in capitals with major wolf villages, she, he, and Jacob stay in village quarters during this time.
The capital as a whole moves less often than it once did, now that people can readily teleport to other sites to handle things there; this is the first time in Harley's life that they've been to Québec for anything other than a brief visit, so it's the first time he's seen the Imperial Alpha house in which Jacob, his imprint, and her fosterling are entitled to live.
They have neighbors. One of these is a seven-year-old puppy boy, who is currently making a snowfort.
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"That's really cool," says Zeus. "Does she magic you there?"
"Yeah!"
"Lucky, we have to go places in cars or buses or planes."
"What are those like?" wonders Harley. "I've never been in them!"
"They're dumb, you just sit in them and you have to be quiet and not kick the seat and sometimes they make me throw up."
"That is dumb," says Harley. "Somebody should fix it!"
"Dad says when the Masquerade is fiiiiinally over we can start having magic stuff even to go places like Burning Man where regular humans will see, but it's not quite yet."
Harley shrugs.
"A rollercoaster made me throw up once, but at least rollercoasters are fun."
"A rollercoaster made me throw up once, but at least rollercoasters are fun."
"Yeah! I like them. Planes are even faster, so it should be funner, but you're all boxed up."
"Maybe somebody'll make better planes," Harley says optimistically.
"They're faster than they used to be, anyway, it used to be it would take like all day to get from here to Black Rock City but now it's just a couple hours once you're on the plane."
"That's a start!"
"Yeah." They're starting to run out of snow to make the village; Zeus starts patting down the spaces between them into roads.
Harley busies himself scuplting further details onto the houses. They can have little roofs! With tiny, tiny icicles!
Zeus approves! "I like playing in the snow. Once I'm twelve I can floof and then I don't even have to wear a coat anymore!"
"Awesome," says Harley. "Plus you'll be floofy!"
"Yeah! I dunno what color I'm gonna be. I hope it's a good color."
"Elsie could find out, I bet!" says Harley.
"Would she bother?"
"...Yeah, why not?"
[Elsie, can you tell what colour Zeus is going to be when he floofs?]
[Elsie, can you tell what colour Zeus is going to be when he floofs?]
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Elspeth pokes her head out of her window, and spends a square for an illusion of Zeus's forthcoming wolf form near where they're playing. He is going to be cinnamon-brown with black feet and a black muzzle, apparently.
"...Hi Your Highness thank you!" says Zeus after a moment's stunned pause.
Harley beams and waves. "Thanks, Elsie! I love you, Elsie!"
Then he turns his grin on Zeus. "You're going to be a pretty wolf! I wanna hug floofy-you."
Then he turns his grin on Zeus. "You're going to be a pretty wolf! I wanna hug floofy-you."
"Well, you have to wait five years," shrugs Zeus, "or so, and then I have to find a vampire to trigger me. But then you can!"
Harley beams. And hugs the non-floofy Zeus, preemptively.